Jus Soli

This lusty feminine weed -- flourishing in a scraggly fieldimparting it's spice to the airbrings fire to the limbs and and breath to the full of lifewithout reserve in poor soilThis is your country's heartand it contains a vast markof your beauty, body and form

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One of the loneliest things I know is the sound of a flagpole clasp slapping against its metal pole in a strong wind.

Sadness sat brooding at her sun-wet tableHis love was blue and not a wind-set fable